Wei He looked around at the Huishan Fist disciples, their faces filled with fear and unease. Quite a few family members were among them as well. Many were injured and bleeding, though the severity of their wounds varied.
"Senior Brother Wei, where should we go now?" Ouyang Zhuang, who was closest to Wei He, stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
"Everyone is hurt. We need to find somewhere to rest and treat the wounds!" Wei He said gravely.
Unlike the others' panic, he had experienced countless battles. Over the past three years, he had fought no fewer than several dozen engagements.
Though this was his first time on such a small battlefield, he could still maintain basic composure.
"Those who trust me, bring your people and follow me. We can't stop. Move!"
Wei He did not waste words. He continued leading the group toward another direction.
Yet after only a few steps, some people stopped in their tracks.
"Senior Brother Wei, that's the direction of the wilderness. Where are you taking us?!"
"We have to go to a town. We need medicine for our wounds! Otherwise, everyone will die!"
"Let's go back. There are so many earthen forts nearby; someone will surely be willing to take us in! Isn't Hong Family Fort the strongest? We can seek refuge with them!"
Voices rang out one after another. These disciples had not had much contact with Wei He. Though they had Zheng Fugui's instructions, doubt still rose in their hearts.
"We really can't go into the wilderness, Wei He. There are too many strange beasts and venomous insects there, and there's no food or water. We can only rely on ourselves for everything. Most of the people here won't survive," Jiang Su said helplessly.
"I suspect there'll be interception in